... Ahrrrgggg! She seems totally unaware of my panic, but also seems a bit nonplused by my feeble gurgling. She finally adds ``Well, give me a call some time this week if you want to go ...'' Which Kar[ey]n?! I say ``Okay, bye.'' and hang up the phone. I sit there staring at the hated instrument, now quiet and non-menacing. I think that maybe I could write this up as a T.V. sit-com episode. Have I just finished talking with Karen and canceled our date for tomorrow? Have I just made a second date with Karyn for next weekend? In either case I've just left a terrible impression with whoever just called. I finally decide that it must have been Karen and I'd better call her back and fess up. There's no other way. Well, actually I could show up for the date with Karen tomorrow and ... No, won't work. Have to confess. So I call up Karen: ``Karen, I'm sorry I was so incoherent, but you see, I have a confession to make. I'm dating two Kar[ey]ns'' (cringe) ``and when you called and said "Hi, this is Kar[ey]n" I, uh, well'' (pulling at my non-existent collar) ``I couldn't exactly figure out, uh, which, uh,'' (this is sounding worse all the time) ``Kar[ey]n I was talking too . |